comparisions are easily done once you've had a taste of perfection

She wasn't sure if she's heard anything more true than that. Perfection was hard to chase, and impossible to get closer to, and she doesn't think she wanted a touch ever again because it burns. It burns and it's hot and it's not there anymore and she's missing him a lot more than she though she would. 

cause when i'm with him, i'm thinking of you
thinking of you- what you would do
if you were the one who was spending the night 
i wish that i was looking into your eyes